I can honestly attest to the fact that I can qualify for the Olympics in the 50 yard dash. Case in point: I have fully dressed this morning minus makeup and a wig. After I logged in, I was looking through all the posts when I just glance over to my right and see my daughter opening up the front door and coming into the hall of my home. I get up in a flash wearing 3" heels, a knee length black skirt and a soft purple blouse with vertical strips and BOLT down the hall into the bathroom. From where she walked in I don't think she actually caught a look as to what I was dressed in. I removed all my feminine clothing (oh how I HATE that) in record time and re-dressed in my pj's. I very stealthy took what I had on and hung everything back in my closet and then came out and we chatted. She didn't say anything nor did I.
This was the closet call I have EVER encountered.
In retrospect, I'm sure she saw something but I really don't know what, oh well sooner or later this was bound to happen.
Molly